Release

She Died, He Lied

A sideways glance, forbidden look,

a piece of her he never knew he took,

he broke her, left her on the side of the road,

but she doesn't blame him, he didn't know,

his words would scar, although they were nice,

yet now, she alone has to pay the price,

the price we pay for love, the toll's fare,

all in love is not fair,

what we heard Shakespeare say,

is not always true in this day,

the night seems shorter, chances seem small,

maybe one day, love will find us all,

but until then, she sits and prays,

hoping that he will change his ways,

that he won't break a fair maiden's heart,

tearing piece by piece apart,

leaving what was once a beautiful flower that day,

burning up in the heat of the sun's sharp ray,

because the flower shriveled the night she died,

she told the truth, but oh how he lied.